CHAPTER 117

I've barely gotten a wink of sleep, my mind racing with all the possibilities of what my mother's safe could be holding for me. I go over the letter in my head over and over again, but most of it makes no sense at all. Why would she think that I would be in danger when we never lived in fear before, or maybe they had but hid it well from both my brother and me.

Tossing and turning in my bed, I finally say fuck it and get myself ready for the day at about four thirty in the morning. Ash won't wake up until around seven, so I still have plenty of time to get some work done in the office beforehand. Only, like my sleep, concentration doesn't come easily either, so I give that up as well.

I decide to go down and start on breakfast. I can't fuck that up too much, hopefully. Okay, so the only part of the breakfast that I can possibly make are muffins. It's the only thing that my mother really showed me how to make before the attack. Blueberry and chocolate chip muffins are the only two kinds that I can make, but I'm sure other flavors wouldn't be too difficult. In the end, I stick with what I know and I'm just taking the last batch out of the industrial oven when the kitchen staff comes in.

The three of them stop dead in their tracks, their mouths hanging wide open as they stare back and forth between me and the twenty dozen muffins laying all around as they cool.

Giggling, I place my hands on my hips, "I may not be able to cook but I promise you that the muffins are very edible; go on, try one."

The oldest of the three steps forward and takes a bite of the blueberry one that she chose. I can tell she was ready to hide her face, but then she smiles and covers her mouth when she speaks,

"Luna, they are delicious!"

I shrug, "My mothers were the best and I always worked hard to get them to be as good as here were."

"Well, I don't think she would be disappointed, Luna."

"Thank you! Now, I think I will get out of your way so you ladies can make the real food." I chuckle and toss the apron into the dirty laundry bin before I head upstairs.

Asher's nursery. Demi is already there, giving him his morning bath, "Here, let me do it. Go tend to Ayden and I will bring Ash to you when I'm done. Oh, there are muffins

Who made them?" She hands me the washcloth that she

may still be nice

to grab any. Maybe. next time." Demi turns quickly and heads

over my shoulder. I know what she's thinking, and I can't really blame her. I've tried multiple times to cook something decent but I'm just not talented in the kitchen. I'm more of a fire hazard than

two at a time. Locking the door to the nursery behind rne, I walk over to Asher's crib and

with the anticipation of what I'm going to

insert the key into the star and turn it to the right. The box that pops out startles me and I jump back. I lay my hand over my chest and chuckle. Examining the box first, I reach up and pull it from its slot in the headboard. Closing the door to the secret slot, I hug the box to my chest as I leave the nursery and lock myself in my own bedroom. The last thing I need is Demi needing something for

the secret that my mother has kept hidden. As I exhale, I open the box and the first thing that hits me is a familiar scent. Furrowing my brows, I bring the box to my nose

though. Why would Gavin's scent be

your mother's secret safe.' Tala says the words that I already knew to be true.

him?' It's not that I'm mad and I don't think he did t for

the safe to

must have searched for it. Why, is the question

find the answer inside the box, Quinn. Go

on this. You're always talking in riddles and telling

Alpha Deke. This isn't against the rules to know, but I, as your wolf, could not be the one to tell you.' My wolf gives me a small

I wait for

it is.' She rolls her eyes, 'Will you just open it already? For someone who is always wanting answers, you sure do take your time in finding them, even when they are

pull out what looks like a bunch of documents and pack photos.

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